A Collateral of life, art and beauty I see and feel.
Suddenly what lies beneath the water seems to be shining through.
Known to be inevitable, it still is unpleasant.
Some sort of light shines above, but will I break through from inside to sky?
So much darkness surrounding, so many directions I could go.
Just wish the crushing weight would ease up so i could breathe.
It’s difficult when you’re tucked away, nothing but silence to make the stark of reality stand apart.
Where did my dreams go? They always distracted.
Just want my passion back, want my willingness to love to be felt.
It was so easy before, but I was a fool. Naive to charge forward.
Bull in a china shop.
Elk Mountain, B.C. Canada
Don’t you know that the walls of reality are lucid? Flowing freely in their containment. You can move them as you wish; you can stretch them and squeeze them and still you can go where you please.
What do you see today? Is it as you wish?
Take your heart, take your soul, and throw yourself into the direction you wish to go.
Out for a stroll to go divin down under.
Gone for some machete lines, and all the river water i can muster.
Sucked up through the cave tunnel and come out a champion. Of life.
Beyond the Fence
I’m ready to go.
Ready to follow where the wind blows, no one knows.
Feel the cool water suck me in.
Love to see you follow me cause ain’t no one got the mind to.
Now let me eat all the little fishies, watch their guts squirt and their fins pop.
And boy oh boy, I’ll even share with good ol’ Jackie.
Colours run through trees.
Dripping honey from my tongue, if you will.
I hear the sap slide down, and the birds sing their lullabies.
Sit here for days just to feel the cool wind zagging around trunks.
And just what do I see? Arms waving happily down to the citizens below; dancers contorting just because they can.
"What’s waiting there, for me?"
"Well, my dear, your fucking sanity for one. Go get that and then we’ll have lunch."
Everyday, lounging endlessly. Nothing to do but contemplate life.
Think of the sweet lullabies, the dark nighttime skies.
And all the while you think of me, when you close your eyes and when you hear my name.
I’m not afraid of holding my own. Feels like home.
But still you could wonder; es possible.
In the coldness of the night does my soul ever seem to be free.
Every worry or delight comes bubbling up and out and all I seem to feel is the nothingingness of pure bliss.
Life is as effortless as the smoke leaving my lungs.
Everything is so simple.
Crumpled lay dying.
Out for the picking, and the picking is me.
Weak here, strong so long ago I’ve forgotten.
I’ll watch the sun set as I’ve done before,
but this time it’s a whole new perspective.
No longer do I coast through it, but I watch from afar.
Guess that’s all I have left, but I’ll take it.